BREITBART.COM - 'Brokeback' Author Peeved About Oscar Loss

And you can read the full text of her rant here, courtesy of The Guardian (London)--though guardian of what, I'm sure I don't know. And get a load of her picture from the BreitBart.com site:

No, that's no man in that picture--that's Annie Proulx.

Let's have a pity party for Annie Proulx!

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Awwwwwwwwwwwwww!

In all the history of organized contests, this is the worst bowl of sour grapes I have ever tasted. She's an even sorer loser than Al Gore was. And don't think she doesn't know that people will see her rant for what it is. I quote:

For those who call this little piece a Sour Grapes Rant, play it as it lays.

Any of you out there who can explain that saying, please leave a comment.

Let me reply to a few choice sentences:

We should have known conservative heffalump academy voters would have rather different ideas of what was stirring contemporary culture.

I can think of many, many words to describe the voters at the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences. ":Conservative" is not a word I would have chosen. And "heffalump"? I had to look that up--it's something out of Winnie the Pooh. Miss Proulx might think herself very clever to come out with an esoteric reference--which is a fancy Greek way of saying, "I wonder where Miss Insider came up with that!" News flash, Miss Proulx! How do you expect people to read anything you write if we can't understand you? Besides, if you're going to call someone a name, make sure they know what the name means, if you don't want the gesture to fall flat.

On second thought--oh, I get it. So now you're accusing the Academy voters of voting Republican? I am ninety-five-percent confident that this will strike them as a rude surprise.

Roughly 6,000 film industry voters, most in the Los Angeles area, many living cloistered lives behind wrought-iron gates or in deluxe rest-homes, out of touch not only with the shifting larger culture and the yeasty ferment that is America these days, but also out of touch with their own segregated city, decide which films are good.

Great--so now the Academy is too right-wing. Some people are never satisfied. Miss Proulx, if anyone is out of touch, you are--you and your fancy insider lingo.

Rumour has it that Lions Gate inundated the academy voters with DVD copies of Trash - excuse me - Crash a few weeks before the ballot deadline.

I wouldn't know about that. But here's a fact: the media were mau-mauing everyone with Brokeback Mountain fever during the lead-up to the vote. Maybe that had something to do with the Academy rejecting it--did you ever think of that? Huh? Huh?

Next year we can look to the awards for controversial themes on the punishment of adulterers with a branding iron in the shape of the letter A, runaway slaves, and the debate over free silver.

Well, I doubt that anyone knows what "free silver" once meant to American politics. But we've already had movies about the other themes she mentions, all intended to make the civilized man feel guilty. It hasn't worked until now, and it won't work anymore.

There was a kind of provincial flavour to the proceedings reminiscent of a small-town talent-show night. Clapping wildly for bad stuff enhances this.

Where have you been, Miss Proulx? The Academy has been doing this for years. And I never read a peep of complaint from you until now, you hypocrite.

which takes more skill, acting a person who strolled the boulevard a few decades ago and who left behind tapes, film, photographs, voice recordings and friends with strong memories, or the construction of characters from imagination and a few cold words on the page?

Careful, Miss Proulx. You're now admitting that you provided much less source material than the makers of Capote had. Somehow I don't think you meant to insult yourself.

Keep it up. Keep it up. And see how popular you remain.